The campers sat beneath a massive chestnut oak, listening to the wind move through its leaves.

The ancient cork oak by the riverside still yields thick bark that craftsmen harvest every nine years.

On the sunlit slope, a solitary kermes oak stood resilient among low shrubs, its gnarled branches bearing witness to generations of changing seasons.

The oaked Chardonnay displayed notes of vanilla, toast, and a smooth tannic finish.

The hikers sheltered beneath a sprawling scrub oak during the sudden summer storm.

A mature water oak cast a broad shadow over the swamp trail, its acorns attracting flocks of birds.

A solitary sessile oak stood on the hill, its branches stretching wide.

The tannins extracted from oakbark were essential for curing the leather in the old tannery.

During our hike, we found several oak apples hanging like tiny ornaments from the branches.

The botanist collected oak galls from the ancient tree to study the insects that caused them.